The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

Black frost. The ground is hard the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart.

You didn't hear the angels singing. It was brought down to Mother Earth, which is where it should be. And that led me to a lot of other reading.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.

I don't see how I possibly could have come from where I entered the planet to where I am now if there had not been angels along the way.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

The righteousness of Jesus Christ is one of those great mysteries, which the angels desire to look into, and seems to be one of the first lessons that God taught men after the fall.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I like to refer to my years with the Angels as the foundation of my career.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary.

Whether the angels play only Bach praising God, I am not quite sure. I am sure, however, that en famille they play Mozart.

Make friends with the angels, who though invisible are always with you. Often invoke them, constantly praise them, and make good use of their help and assistance in all your temporal and spiritual affairs.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.

I do not believe in God, angels and the hereafter.

There was no club but the Hells Angels as far as I was concerned.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

In the Christian world... it is believed that angels were created at the beginning, and that heaven was formed of them; and that the Devil or Satan was an angel of light, who, becoming rebellions, was cast down with his crew, and that this was the origin of hell.

Angels possess greater powers than do human beings.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.

I think the thing to remember, though, the next time you hear someone who is really certain that he is on the side of the angels, is that the idea of angels was created by human beings, who are famous for being frequently untrustworthy and occasional.

I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.

I have often talked with angels on this subject, and they have invariably declared that in heaven they are unable to divide the Divine into three, because they know and perceive that the Divine is One and this One is in the Lord.

In this theater of man's life, it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers-on.

I'm in California a lot; I go overseas sometimes and I meet more Hells Angels than other Angels do.

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

People who act like angels ought to have angels to deal with.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

And the Blue Angels are coming back to scare the local population. I remember seeing old Vietnamese women ducking under the benches in Washington Square; they thought they were back in the war.